I opened the front door in answer to the ringing bell. Looking down I saw two small children who I thought must be from the house on the corner. The older child, a girl, must have been about six years old. Her younger brother was likely two years her junior. "We made pictures and we're selling them for 25 cents!" the girl announced. She was so confident her pictures would be in demand she didn't even ask me if I'd like to buy one, rather, she assumed I would. "Let me get a quarter," I said. Maybe her mom told her I couldn't resist her charm or maybe kids just have an instinct for for which grown-ups will easily yield to their will, but as she must have anticipated, I was an easy sell. Fifty cents later I had not two but three pictures for my refrigerator. I got a special deal on the third painting. The incident fits into the category, The Little Things, and like so many other little things along the way, it made my day.
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